The center of the white petals is the golden heart of the flower, with the beautiful color appearing even more vibrant in the sunlight, like a graceful and charming young girl.
In the distance, the sky is blue, the clouds are a pure white, and the daisy field is captivating.
Yukon Carbon picks the best flowers among the field while Jasmine Yale watches from the roadside.
The man's face is more cheerful and gentle than usual, his tall and slim figure stands among the flowers, quite pleasant to look at.
Jasmine Yale squints her eyes and watches him for a while.
A deep breath.
The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and flowers.
Yukon Carbon doesn't keep her waiting long, picking a few daisies for her.
"Do you like them? Hmm?" Yukon Carbon asks with a smile.
"I like them, they're beautiful. I knew about the daisy field here, but I never dared to pick them, just sneaked a few glances instead," Jasmine Yale says as she holds the flowers and sniffs them.
